I’m starting to get super stressed out about moving. I can’t really afford it and I honestly don’t have the time or energy. Every time I think about it, I get a little nauseous. I know that a change of scenery will probably improve my mood (though I love this apartment a lot and will cry when I leave) and it will be nice to be that much closer to so many friends. But there are so many little things (like, where is the nearest track? Is it nice?) and huge things ($$$) to climb over in the meantime, and it’s exhausting.
Really fun and happy things are happening too, but they are the kind of things you don’t write about, or at least you shouldn’t. They’re the kind of things that are so nice that they almost scare me… like, they have to be too good to be true, or they can’t possibly last that long, or I’ll find a way to mess it up. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to enjoy stuff like that without being afraid of how it’s going to end. But again, I’ve been so worried about moving that I’ve been putting all my dumb anxiety there, and I’ve been forced to enjoy the happy stuff like a normal person I guess.
But yeah, just be warned that if I see you in person, I’ll have tons of fun stories to tell you. When I’m excited, I tend to jump up and down and clap my hands and wiggle my butt and stuff, so wear a helmet.
Secretly Stephie 